Aden's eyes opened slowly. They felt heavy, like pounds of lead were piled upon them. His vision blurred and focused on the view above.
It was a ceiling of jagged, dripping limestone, reinforced by rusted iron beams.
He was lying on a stone slab draped in tattered silver silk. The Fox mask was gone, left somewhere in the mud of the forest, leaving his silver hair splayed out like a spilled ink on the grey stone.
"You're awake," Lorelei's voice drifted from the shadows.
She was standing by a basin of dark, iridescent water, her hood down. In the flickering torchlight, the scar on her collarbone seemed to pulse.
Aden attempted to pull himself upwards, but his muscles proved unresponsive. With heavy breaths, he turned his head to face her back.
"Where is this place?"
Lorelei didn't answer, instead she stripped herself of her robes.
